Tsuna jumps up and down, one hand on Takeshi's shoulder, the other on Hayato's for balance, trying to peek over the crowd of people and actually see what's happening on the stage.
Takeshi laughs at him. "Can't see, Tsuna?"
"Yeah, well, as a short man I am not very tall," Tsuna grumbles. "Can't see a thing over all these European giants."
Hayato steadies him worriedly after his fourth jump goes a bit awry and he almost trips.
"I'll go get us seats in the front row, Tenth."
"That's not necessary, Haya-chan," Takeshi says before the forever loyal right hand can run off. He crouches down and Tsuna doesn't even have the time to fully comprehend what is happening, and then he's suddenly lifted high above the crowd on Takeshi's shoulders.
Tsuna squeaks indignantly, holding onto Takeshi's head as that's his only support so high up.
"Takeshi!" he hisses. "Put me down right now. You're inconveniencing the people behind us!"
Takeshi glances behind him and then shrugs. Tsuna has to sink his fingers further into his hair to not fall off. "There's just the wall behind us, Tsuna. I'm pretty sure it doesn't mind."
A group of girls not too far from them are giggling into their hands, trying hard not to openly stare at what's going on.
"Still! People are watching! Hayato, do something!"
Hayato only looks mildly annoyed with the situation. "Huh. Tenth's above all other people as he should be. Good. Drop him and you're dead, though."
"Hey, have some faith in me, Haya-chan. I'd never drop Tsuna."
With a defeated sigh, Tsuna gently tugs on Takeshi's hair. It's useless. This battle can't be won. His Guardians are way too stubborn to listen.
But at least he can see the stage now.
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